Just a Doll

(1) A Doll-Beggining of Part One

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Part One-

Cry--

"Cry, babe! Come here please!" a small voice calls to me, and I pause Bloody Trapland to go see what's up.

"Chey? You ok?" I ask, as I realize she is taking a shower.

"I forgot my towel! It's on my bed, will you please get it for me?" she asks, peeking her head out of the curtain.

Her hair is wet, and drips onto the floor.

"Yeah." I say, smiling and shutting the door.

I jog into her bedroom, and pick up the towel, and jog back.

"Here you go!" I say, opening the door, and stepping in.

The bathroom is humid, and I almost slip from the wetness of the floor.

"Just set it on the toilet next to me." she says, poking her head out again.

"Thanks." she says, and places a kiss on my lips.

I shivered as her wet lips collided against my dry ones, and smiled warmly at her.

I close the door, and go back to my game.

I soon find myself becoming bored of this game, which happened rarely.

"Chey, I'm going to go for a walk!" I call, and grab my hoodie, walking out the door.

I stand on my porch, and look around. The sky is gray, and it's humid outside.

As I throw the hoodie over my head, I trip and fall over something right outside my door.

"Ow! Dammit!" I whine, pulling my head through the hoodie.

"Somebody better had left me a frikkin puppy..." I growl, looking inside.

A doll.

Not just any doll, a doll with sandy hair and miniature headphones.

It had two tiny legs and arms, and was laying there, staring up at me.

It appeared to be a boy, or at least I think so. It could be a girl with really short hair.

I pick up the doll, and look at it more closely.

It would look good on my dresser.

I kick the cardboard box aside, and see something written on it.

"Felix."

"Hmm, Felix is it?" I say, turning it around, inspecting it.

I enter, and immediately go to my bedroom.

I sit on my bed, and examine the doll.

"How's it going?" it says, causing me to scream and drop it.

"Cry?! You ok?" Cheyenne calls from the kitchen.

"Y-yeah! Sorry..." I call back, and pick up the doll.

It's rubbing his small head with his stubby arms.

"Ow!" he says, glaring at me. "What was that for?!" he asks.

"Well, it's not everyday a freaking doll talks!" I say, still shocked at Felix talking.

"Well, I'm Felix." he says, sticking out his arm.

"I'm Cry." I say, using my index finger and thumb to shake its arm.

"So, uh what we're you sayin' about some talking doll?" he asks, looking around.

"Um... You." I say, picking him up and showing him a mirror.

"No I'm- Ah! What the hell!?" he says, falling down in my hand.

"What?" I ask as the little guy struggles to get up.

"I- I'm a doll!" he says, looking in the mirror again.

"Of course! Didn't you know that?" I ask, like it's normal.

"No! I was in my house, and the next in in yours, looking at you!" he says, jumping off my hand into my bed.

"Cry!" Chey calls.

She opens the door, and I slide Felix behind my back, covering his mouth.

"I ordered Pizza after I failed to make spaghetti." she says, sitting down next to me.

She pushed up my mask a little, and kisses me with her incredibly soft lips, and uses her hands to push me back on the bed.

I enjoy the moment, until I realize that Felix is under me.

"I! Uh...!" I stammer, and she pulls away.

"What is it?' she asks.

"I, uh, think the pizzas here!" I say, seeing the car pull up.

"Oh! Great!" she says, running to get the door.

I sit up, and remove Felix from under.

"Oh thank god! I thought you were gonna kill me, or worse... Do it with me under you! God, that would have been horrible!" he says, and I blush deeply. Good thing my mask hides it.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, as he jumps up and down.

"Yes!" he cries, and I walk out into the kitchen with him to try and sneak him some food.

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